A Small Frog
A small frog sits upon a hollow log.
It's difficult to see it,
because of the polluted smog.
I hear it's rythmic croaking near the lily pad.
The sound of it's voice,
seems scared and sad.
Yet like the frog's croaking,
I will continue to pray.
Because the Lord of Heaven,
will provide the Holy way.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2010
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